Killian's Blog/Website/Whatever

An easy, few-hour plan to distract yourself from greater world events: 1. Spend over an hour on public transportation to get a blood test 2. Stand in line for the lab test for 15 minutes 3. Go outside before you sign in because there's a fire drill (in a hospital building) 4. Get a latte at a nearby coffee shop to get out of the wind while you wait for the fire drill to end 5. Don't drink your latte, because you want to be warm inside and you can't take your mask off 6. Fire drill over, stand in line again 7. Wait 8. Relinquish some body juice 9. Slam latte before it gets cold 10. Take another 1.5 hours of buses back home 11. Get a little grumpy at the amount of pointless construction in your neighborhood 11. Worry about test results 12. Get test results 13. Be thankful that the results look great, because you don't have a dysfunctional organ 14. Feel a wee bit frustrated, though, because you still don't know what your body is doing 15. Eat a bagel Congratulations! ...

1. I wish I loved baseball. Some people get a lot out of baseball. 2.  It is, by all accounts, a beautiful day today. Cloudless sky, ~66°F, my ideal nice day (t-shirts! light sweatshirts in the shade! no overheating!). Flan happened to need more dry food, so I walked to the pet store. I took a new route, going up an additional few blocks before turning to the side. It felt very strange. The farther you get from the main road/the closer you get to the river, the houses, block-to-block, get nicer. Sure, that's nothing new. I grew up on a dividing line street, and I live on one now. But the street I ended up walking down today didn't used to be quite so fancy, I think. I suppose I temporarily forgot that everything is fancier these days. I've been back for six years, but there are still pockets of childhood places that I haven't seen for a decade, which I've preserved in my memory as being A Certain Way. It was unsettling. I took my usual route home.  I'm a bit di...

"4:28 PM"   A SCREENPLAY INTERIOR: Scene opens on woman checking email in her home office She clicks on the email from sender "MyChart" We look at the screen:  "Hello, you have a new statement-- Amount due: $302.71" Zoom out to view woman from front, laptop in front of her, typing quickly. WOMAN: This can't be right. Back to looking at her screen. On MyChart login page. She clicks "login", then scrolls to "Billing." We see an itemized bill revealing that her insurance only covered 1/2 of her blood tests, despite being an in-network provider. View changes to lawn OUTSIDE We see a laptop crashing through a fifth floor window, sailing through the air like a beautiful bird. It explodes before hitting the ground.  

I had a dream--after I finally fell asleep at 7am--that I started blogging again. It was a very unremarkable dream, but, given the typically stressful nature of my subconscious, it seemed very low-risk to follow through on it (today, anyway). Thoughts/considerations: -owls -comics -writing -my self worth -what is the strange brown stain on the edge of my newly-patched piece of wall (rust from some metal bits under there?) -I should probably go for a walk, but I'm already wearing pj pants -taking a nap will not help me sleep tonight -someone mentioned pot pie, and now I would really like a pot pie -math is less like baking and more like making sauce -I hope I'm not cursed with bad sleep for the rest of my life -I hope I'm not allergic to this lotion, but it sure looks like I am -puppies comic/feb. 8, 2022